I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"Black Armor doesn't have it, but I have another set of armor for defense."

The human monk who spoke had a rough voice.

Although he also wore black armor, the shape was different from that of other soldiers.

Obviously, he is an official.

"That's not necessary." Ning Ruan refused.

In terms of defense, the blue shirt she wore was the most suitable for her.

Wearing black armor is military combat uniform.

Although the effect is general, it is of great significance.

There is no need to wear anything else.

The human cultivator with a rough voice did not try to persuade him any further.

He is discerning.

Of course, you can see that the other person's blue shirt is extraordinary.

The fighting on the battlefield continues.

Ning Ruan, who took off his black armor, undoubtedly became the most special existence.

The human cultivators and the feather cultivators were all staring at her.

The former is excited, the latter is terrified.

The emotions are completely different.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful!"

Sudden.

The human with a rough voice suddenly shouted.

Ning Ruan raised her eyes.

She suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill behind her, and an extremely cold murderous intent instantly locked onto her.

She turned around suddenly and saw an almost transparent ice cone, like light and shadow, silently but extremely fast, attacking her eyebrows directly.

Wherever the ice cone passed, no matter whether they were human or feathered, as long as they were below the twelfth realm, their bodies would be quickly covered with frost.

Ning Ruan, who was firmly locked by the ice cone, felt that at this moment, both his thinking and body reactions became sluggish.

She seemed unable to avoid it.

But she didn't want to avoid it either.

He just tried to raise his left hand as quickly as possible, with the sleeve of his blue shirt slightly lifted, and his blood-stained palm accurately blocked in front of his eyebrows.

"You are overestimating yourself! Even top-tier defensive spiritual weapons would be unable to withstand my Soul Condensing Cone, let alone a body of flesh and blood!"

A voice mixed with ridicule was heard at this moment.

There was a hint of cold sneer in his voice.

The new person has several wings and a golden mark between his eyebrows.

His expression was cold and indifferent, except for the slight curve at the corner of his lips, which was full of ridicule.

He flew above everyone's heads.

Looking down at everything below from a high vantage point.

Of course, Ningruan is also included.

He seemed to have seen the tragic scene of the other person's palm and head being frozen and shattered in an instant.

Bang-!

The Soul Condensing Cone finally collided with the blood-stained left hand.

"A mere ninth-level physical cultivator, do you really think you're a genius? What I love most is killing the human race..."

The voice of the Feather Clan monk who was looking down from above suddenly stopped.

There was dead silence all around the battlefield.

The ice explosion that everyone expected did not happen.

The extremely cold edge that was enough to freeze the soul and penetrate the defense seemed to hit the most indestructible barrier the moment it touched the bloody palm.

In Ning Ruan's palm, a layer of flowing glass light that was almost invisible to the naked eye flashed by.

Ding!

An extremely slight but unusually clear crisp sound suddenly reached everyone's ears.

follow closely--

That rare soul-condensing cone seemed to have hit something extremely terrifying.

Just an inch in front of Ning Ruan's palm, it began to crack and disintegrate!

Finally, it turned into countless tiny ice crystals and fell silently, without even leaving a ripple on the seemingly ordinary palm.

“Soul Condensing Cone! No… How could my Soul Condensing Cone be damaged by you?!”

The indifferent and aloof Feather Clan cultivator's defense was probably broken.

The harsh voice no longer had the sarcasm from before.

There is only heartache, shock and resentment.

Ning Ruan didn't care what his mood was.

She shook her hands lightly, as if trying to shake off the non-existent ice chips in her palms.

His calm gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, accurately directed at the figure above him that had broken through the defense, and his tone was calm and unwavering:

"Your thing is a little cold."

"..."

His Soul Condensing Cone is a bit cold?

He stared at Ning Ruan in disbelief.

Extreme anger devoured the last bit of rationality.

The wings behind him shook violently, and a biting cold current burst out from his body, and the air seemed to be frozen.

"I want you to die!"

A cold voice uttered four words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Ning Ruan on the ground with overwhelming murderous intent and a violent chill.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful! This is the White Wing of the Feather Clan's Destiny. Get out of the way quickly and don't fight him!"

The human with a rough voice shouted at the top of his lungs.

No matter how talented they are, it is difficult for ordinary people to compete with the destiny of being an immortal in the previous life.

Putting aside other things, just the luck alone is enough to crush ordinary people.

"God's will? That's even more reason to fight."

Ning Ruan smiled and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Can it be bad?

She waited for so long, wasn't it just to wait for the destiny to come out?

The Feather Clan monks arrived in an instant.

The violent cold air made the monks with lower cultivation levels around them shiver.

Even his face was covered with frost.

"The lowly human race, go to hell!"

The cold and indifferent face of the Feather Clan's Destiny became slightly distorted.

There was deep hatred and determination to kill in his eyes.

For no reason, this human cultivator in front of him who looked very unfamiliar made him feel extremely disgusted.

conflict.

This feeling has only happened to other destinies.

But does the human race have such a destiny?

He didn't know, but there was only one thought in his mind: he must kill this woman today.

The Feathered Clan's destiny, looking down from above, was like a ferocious bird swooping down on its prey, carrying with it wind, snow, and icy ridges. As its wings flapped behind it, waves of coldness swept towards Ning Ruan like an overwhelming force.

The human cultivator with a rough voice wanted to rush over to rescue, but was nailed to the spot by the biting cold and violent pressure, unable to get even a step closer.

He is clearly only at the thirteenth realm, but he already possesses the magical powers that only those at the Yuan-building realm have.

This is destiny!

A destiny that is completely different from that of ordinary cultivators like them!

However, Ning Ruan did not hide.

She still looked calm and composed.

He was not affected at all by the other party's powerful pressure.

She chuckled and clenched her fists.

The muscles and bones in the body resonated together, making a dull sound like thunder.

In the seemingly thin body, it seems that a tremendous amount of energy and blood power like a tsunami is erupting.

The green shirt rustled in the wind, forcing the cold air that was invading his body back about an inch.

"come!"

A clear shout, no fancy moves, only the purest and most violent power.

But in the blink of an eye, she broke through the ice above her head and smashed her fist hard into the opponent's wings that looked like ice.

boom--

A circle of energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye exploded with the two of them as the center, instantly shattering the frozen ice around them into powder and stirring up a sky full of icy dust.

The Feather Clan's Destiny Monk groaned.

The wings behind him trembled slightly. If he had not experienced it himself, he would never have believed that these punches were from the strength of a ninth-level cultivator.

Such terrifying force.

There was also an energy fluctuation that he couldn't even identify, so hot that it seemed to burn away his icy blood.